Chapter 224: Lying


    The waiter promptly brought the red wine. The secretary picked up her ss. She straightened up and


    stroked her long hair before she walked over to the woman. “Miss Be,” she said politely as she


    stood behind the woman whom she thought was


    Rachel The woman was standing near a rail, looking edgy. She clenched her hands into fists. The


    secretary thought the woman was acting strange so she looked her up and down. Why would she be


    nervous, the secretary wondered. All she did was greeted her. “Hello, Miss Be!


    I’m Tiffany, secretary to the president of the Chamber of Commerce.” Tiffany tried to sound as casually


    as possible to hide her suspicion. The other woman lowered her head, not uttering a word. She was


    trembling slightly. Tiffany, on the other hand, was waiting for the woman to turn around. Her hand


    holding the red wine ss was getting a bit sore.


    Tiffany was confused by the woman’s reaction. She was the secretary to the president of the Chamber


    of Commerce. She might even be the leader of Apliaria’s Chamber of Commerce. All the young


    men and women from rich families showed regard for her. But this woman was not even turning around


    to look at her. ‘Who does she think she was? Does she think she can be this arrogant just because of


    Victor?’


    Tiffany shrugged her shoulders and turned around to walk away. But she thought of the president’s


    order. She took a deep breath and pasted a smile on her face. “Miss Be, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to


    startle you. It’s just that I want to say hello to you. I’ve heard so much about you but I haven’t had the


    chance to meet you in person. When I chanced upon you, I thought I’d approach you and offer my


    greetings.”


    Tiffany forced a smile. The other woman swallowed nervously and remained silent. Her body trembled.


    Beads of sweat collected on her forehead. Tiffany thought this was getting really strange. She furrowed


    her eyebrows. This woman looked like she would not turn around to look at her.


    Tiffany thought that something might be wrong. She stepped closer to the woman and patted one hand


    on her shoulder. She then said tentatively, “Miss Be…” And then, the woman turned around. Being


    face to face with Tiffany made her even more panicky. She looked down and attempted to step away


    from Tiffany. In one swift moment, Tiffany caught a nce at the woman dodging her.


    “You are not Rachel Be!” Tiffany bellowed as the realization came to her. “Who are you? Why are


    you wearing her dress? Answer me!”


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    The woman was not the real Rachel, but the maid. The maid’s face turned pale. She couldn’t look at


    Tiffany. “I… I…” The maid started to stammer. Cold sweat kept rolling from her eyebrows and she


    mopped it away with her forearm. “Say something!” Tiffany knew if Rachel went missing on the ship, it


    would be a serious matter.


    She felt she had to question the maid more keenly. “No, no! I… I can’t tell you.” “You can’t tell me or


    you don’t want to me? You can’t hide the truth forever.” Tiffany stood cold-faced. She was


    contemting on shouting for help. The maid became more frightened. She turned her back to Tiffany


    and ran away from her. “Stop!” Tiffany didn’t expect that the maid would be so nervous that she would


    run away from her.


    The maid kept on running. She didn’t notice the approaching crowd.


    Bang! She collided with a person. “Mr. Sullivan…” The secretary stopped in her tracks and gasped


    when she realized who the maid ran into.


    The maid’s eyes widened in fear. She could feel the blood in her body freezing. In a trembling voice,


    she could only mutter, “Mr. Sullivan…” Victor’s eyes narrowed into slits when he notice what the maid


    was wearing. “Why are you in Rachel’s dress?” he asked her sternly. The maid immediately knelt on


    the floor. Crying, she said in halting words, “Mr. Sullivan, I… I… I’m so sorry! Please forgive me. Miss


    Be asked me to wear to dress.


    I’m truly sorry.” So, Rachel asked the maid to wear her dress at the celebration party, but why? ‘What if


    I don’t want to stay with you?’ Rachel’s words shed through Victor’s mind. The veins on his temples


    throbbed. His dark eyes were filled with coldness. Noticing that Victor was trying to hold his anger, Ivan


    asked the maid in a condescending tone, “Did you say that Miss Be offered you this dress? Why


    would she do that?”


    “Because… I… ” Out of fear of Victor who was looking threateningly at her, the maid couldn’t string her


    words together. “Come on, tell me the truth!” Ivan raised his voice, his face was grim. “You’d better not


    lie!” “Sir, I am not lying.” The maid shook her head repeatedly. “Mr. Sullivan… It was Miss Be.


    She asked me to wear this dress. I… I am not lying. Believe me, sir. I am telling the truth.” Looking at


    the dress that the maid was wearing, Victor was fuming mad. What Rachel said kept ying in his


    mind. “Mr. Sullivan…” “Where is she now?” Victor cut in. “Miss Be…” The maid’s stammering was


    getting worse. She said…she was not feeling well. She…went to her room to rest.” Rachel wasn’t


    feeling well? She needed to rest in her room?


    Ivan’s heart sank. He automatically turned his eyes to Victor. It didn’t look like the maid was lying. But


    then again, Rachel must be on to something. That was why she asked the maid to wear her dress. If


    Rachel was not feeling well and wanted to rest, she didn’t have to ask the maid to pretend to be her.


    Victor was thinking the same thing. With his hands clenched into fists, he turned around and left. Ivan


    was afraid that Victor might do something impulsive so he followed him. With the two men gone, the


    maid felt all her strength draining her body. Her knees weakened and she fell to the floor. Meanwhile,


    Victor and Ivan turned up at the door of Rachel’s room. The door was closed. The two men put their


    ears against the door.


    It was very quiet inside. “Mr. Sullivan, maybe Miss Be is really resting,” Ivan said. “She has just


    been discharged from the hospital. She may not be recovered yet, and…” The rest of his words were


    struck in his throat. He couldn’t continue, seeing Victor was looking at him with his cold eyes. “So now,


    you are on her side?” Victor’s tone was cold. “Of course, not!” Ivan was quick in his response. He was


    afraid to ruffle Victor’s feathers.


    “Maybe Miss Be didn’t want you to worry about her. Your rtionship with her is getting better


    these days. I just don’t want to see it get worse because of misunderstanding.” Victor looked at the


    closed door. His eyes were gloomy. He didn’t say a thing. No one knew what he was thinking about.


    “Well, it better be that way,” he finally said.


    “Or else…” He thought he had indulged Rachel enough. She had crossed his bottom line repeatedly.


    He would never let her go easily if she escaped from him. ‘Rachel, you’d better not betray me.’ Victor


    pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open. Bright light weed them. It illuminated everything,


    including the pool of blood on the floor.